4 kids under 5, one with special needs, husband who's never home but we're sooo in love (childhood sweethearts) our church is everything, our friends are fabulous, i can write, i can cook, i can craft, life is a box of chocolates.Is this real? I felt lied to, cheated, maybe a little decieved. It all just looks so picture perfect gorgeous ( if you're in to that kind of gorgeous) and there's no mention of doubt, introspection, current world climate or even just a little bit of kid vomit, well maybe some mention, but its modern martha stewart styled vomit, not regular low down stinky carrot vomit, wiped up with a retro napkin from a un-matching set of 6 that dont go with the curtains off a kid sporting same retro napkin as head scarfe. I came out gasping for air and an unedited photo.
I got totally sucked in with the those muted pics...white background...over exposure..anyone else had this near death experience or is it me?
Am i just being a grumpy, judgemental bitch?